Sir Ares, Goodnight

"Jenson!"

Whitney's lioness roar could be heard throughout the student dormitory.

"Come out, you evil b*stard."

Jenson was sitting quietly by the bay window of the standard dormitory room. Placed in front of him was a wooden easel with a newly painted portrait on it.

Jenson stared at the gentle and beautiful woman in the portrait with misty eyes.

Whitney broke in, placed her hands on her hips, and stomped over to Jenson. "You've done a really terrible thing, you little b*stard."

Jenson raised his eyelids to look at her. In the ray of the sun, Whitney noticed how abnormally bright his beautiful and charming eyes looked.

"Are you crying, Jens?" Whitney asked nervously.

In her memory, this little boy was always so stubborn and unyielding. From the day he enrolled in the academy, he had never shown weakness regardless of the difficulties he encountered. Whitney shifted her gaze to the portrait, and when she saw the gentle, beautiful woman in the portrait,

Whitney was so surprised that she stared at it in a daze.

"She's so beautiful. Who is she, Jens?"

"Mommy," Jenson replied.

Whitney froze...

a smile came from

modifier and introduced his mommy like that, she felt as though he was

her fantasies, she was so shy that her ears started to turn

speechlessly at her, the sadness in

are you

here to settle accounts with this little

already signed up for the etiquette class,

her with a

meant it or if he was faking it. He had

I can only leave the academy a t 30 years old if I

really hard

be it," Jenson

"I'll be an old woman at 30. Your kids would have all grown up when I come and

Jenson,

why did you trick me into enrolling in etiquette

when you trick me like that, do you know

Whitney's fury turned into tears of

"Sob, sob, sob..."

spoke, his voice sounded a little hoarse, "I'm

the use of saying sorry

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